Bonnie & Clyde

"Okay, all you need to do is get rid of the dry leaves on the bushes and trim the grass at the main entrance to the school." Explained the principal to the volunteers inside her office, who numbered four in all.

She got up from her chair and from a drawer pulled out for each of them, a large trash bag.

Oliver looked at his colleagues, Natalie was on the left, however, to his right were two people, a boy and a girl.

He knew them both, but not for a good reason. They were like Bonnie and Clyde, a problem duo, they annoyed the lower grade students and made life miserable for the teachers.

Oliver wondered why they had decided to volunteer...he would soon know the answer.

Natalie opened the tool storage room and from there pulled out an electric pruner.

"This one's for us." She said as she reached for the power switch.

"It's weird that those two decided to come here without complaining." Oliver suddenly commented referring to the problem duo.

Natalie raised an eyebrow and laughed at her friend's naivety.

"What's so funny?"

"The fact that you actually think they went to get rid of the dry leaves."

Oliver cocked his head to the side, not understanding his best friend's hint.

"They went to fuck, Oliver."

A slight blush appeared on the boy's cheeks. "How can you be so sure of that?"

"Well, Oli... you said it yourself, it's really weird that they came here without complaining about work."

"You know what? I'll go get a drink from the vending machines.... Do you want something special?" the boy asked trying to ignore what Natalie had said.

"Well... I'd like to see you without that sweatshirt, I know your dad makes you wear it when your shirts are revealing." Hinted the futanari to the boy with a sly grin.

"Damn it Nat, even an old pervert would have more subtlety than you."

"Aw please, it's not like I've never seen you naked."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "My baby picture in the family album doesn't count, Natalie."

"Damn..." Oliver muttered as he arrived at where the vending machine was, right next to the school bathrooms.

It turns out that walking around in a sweatshirt when the sun was at its peak was not a good idea. Natalie was right in the end.

He took off his sweatshirt and tied it around his waist. He was covered in sweat, luckily the deodorant and perfume he put on before leaving the house were doing their job.

He ran a hand through his black hair, he had a similar haircut to his father.

He fumbled in his pockets for a bill and slipped it into the vending machine, choosing two sodas, a fanta and a singular blackberry drink.

He had known Natalie for a long time, so he was well aware of her strange tastes.

Just as he was about to pick up the two cans of soda that were deposited at the bottom of the machine, he heard a sound coming from the futanari bathroom.

A voice... a frail male voice....

"You've got to be kidding me." Oliver didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but then a female voice came through.

The boy froze, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away for good, but curiosity was getting the better of him.

Finally he made up his mind, he approached the bathrooms without entering completely, they must be inside a cubicle because he couldn't see them.

However, the voices got louder... now he could understand better what they were saying to each other.

"Is that how you like it, you fucking whore?" Said the futanari to her boyfriend without having any pity for him.

Accompanied by that insult, not only could be heard the ramming of her cock against the ass she was fucking, but also the affirmative response of his partner.

"Y-Yes~... Yes! Yes, Mommy! I'm your... I'm your...!"

"Say it! Say it now!"

"I'm yours! I'm your submissive fucker! Just drill my asshole with that thick cock!"

Oliver stifled a small moan of surprise with one of his hands, for some reason, his cock was starting to rise.

"It was a good idea to come here! Take all my seed, you slick bitch!"

Oliver didn't know from what point they started having sex, and he also didn't know if they were done yet.

However, the limit was reached, he wasn't going to stick around to check. He grabbed the sodas and left the place, uncomfortable, because he had an erection.

He knew he had to get rid of that discomfort.